Two stars in the dark

Headlights by the roadside

Maybe I should've turned right

It's midnight on the Fourth of July

Can't sleep - dawn breaks

On an empty, wide open freeway

I keep moving

I have this memory of when

I was thirteen in the backseat

Headphones on ‘cross the country

And the spaces that were empty

Filled the loneliness of my dreams

The sun sets slowly

From a blind rock to the southeast

And I see we're bleeding

Without you I would not be here

Without you I would not be

I can't remember what I've lost

But I can feel how much it cost

Sing a song for the country

Of the dreamers and the lonely

For the mountains high over evergreens

For the freeways and the gasoline

Sing a song for the ones that were made to leave

For the chained hands that built this democracy

For the canyons older than all of these

Sing a song for the great possibilities

That are riding in the backseat

On the birthday of the country

Two stars in the dark

Headlights by the roadside

Maybe this is the right time

And the place will do just fine